Jenny takes her clothes off in succession,
While her husband rides a bumper in the presidents procession.
Shes sees him on the screen as she looks up from giving head.
When hes had enough of that her lover throws her on the bed
To teach her shes alive and suddenly hes dead.
Turn up the tv. no one listening will suspect,
Even your mother wont detect it,
No your father wont know.
They think that Ive got no respect
But everything means less than zero.
Hey, ooh hey, hey, ooh hey.
Calling mister oswald, calling anyone at the scene,
If you were taking home movies theres a chance you might have seen him.
Theyve got a thousand variations, every witness in a file.
Jenny puts on some coffee and she comes back with a smile.
She says, "i hear that south america is coming into style."
Chorus
A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor.
Mister oswald thought he had an understanding with the law.
Shes got rubies on her fingers, jenny turns and looks away.
Her mind upon a basement out of the usa.
She says, "lets talk about the future now weve put the past away."